Antiques, Primitives, Treasures

Good evening all my dear friends.  It feels so good to have a minute to spend with all of you.  Have missed having my door open to you all.  There has been no change, and we began to follow Mother yesterday afternoon on her journey home.  She is resting peacefully and we are assured she will until God calls her home. She does not have to fight any longer.  I am so at peace with that, needless to say, my heart is heavy.
God blessed us all yesterday as she roused up, smiled, laughed a little, and ask Darbee Rae to sing to her.  My precious 3 year old  granddaughter stood on her bed and sang Jesus Loves Me two times to her great grandmother who because of blindness never got to see her darling face.  Darbee's first visit out was to the nursing home when she was 3 days old and has not ever missed a week going to see Mother. Today Mother doesn't know she's in the world.  Keep us in your prayers.

Okay,,, enough said about saddness.  Guess with all the emotions flying lately  in part that is the reason for my post tonight.  Surfing the internet a while back I came across a saying from a person that said they had just found out what antiques were...Someone's junk who thinks they have a treasure.  Did it make me mad?No! Did it hurt my feelings? No! Actually it made me kind of sad.  So many of the younger generation don't care for old things whether they are real antiques or just family treasures handed down thru the years.  I know everyone has a different style of decorationg and I am fine with that.  If everyone loved old, prim, things we would all be suffering because great finds would be few and hard to get. I so respect what one likes and the way one chooses to decorate their homes. 

But have you stopped to think what will happen to your treasures when it's your time to go?  We don't really like to think that and one might say at that point they don't care, but I do.  I am so fortunate to have a daughter who will treasure my family heirlooms and make sure they are to be kept safe within the family.  Her style of decorating is somewhat different from mine, she is younger and a young mother and I respect that.  But she loves family and the stories that go along with precious treasures.

I have a friend in TN, who has little notes tucked away in special places along with priceless treasures from her family.  She took her son thru the house and told him to look in, under , around before throwing out anything.  Now, she has a darling daughter-in-law that shares her love for all things old and I am sure she will always treasure anything for her MIL's  home once that time comes. Just thought I would give you something to think about. (ha)

I do not have many true antiques, but have lots and lots of treasures that may not be worth lots of money, but my heart warms knowing I have them close.

This old HEAVY roll top oak desk was a house warming gift from my parents when we built our house over 35 years ago.  Hubby and I went to an antique shop with Daddy to pick it up thinking all the time he had bought it for himself.  Not until we had it loaded did he tell us it was ours.  How could it ever leave our family?

This was a huge old cabinet taken from the old cotton mill a mile or so away.  Daddy worked there when I was little.  It was so big and Daddy used it in his woodwork shop until he passed.  I had nowhere to put the big cabinet, so Mr.P. made 2 cabinets out of it.  This one sits at our entry and holds our coats, scarves, etc. in the winter months. 

This old pedal sewing machine belonged to my great, great, grandmother.  It needs a belt but still works.  I learned to sew pedaling away on that thing so many years ago I won't even say. It is now retired in my craft room.  Wouldn't you just love to know all the things it has sewed for all those dear old ladies  I know it made my first ever double-knit pantsuit.  As soon as they okayed it to wear pants to school , I was in 9th  grade.

It was an ugly army green and the tunic had to be long enough to cover my backside.  Have you figured out how old I am,,,,(lol) 

You've seen this old door before, but it came from my parents old homeplace.  We were living there when I was born.  Who could part with this special piece of wood?

This is an old oak wardrobe. A birthday gift years ago.It sits in the guest room along with this piece.

Love my old church bench. It came out of a local church, was brown, then white.   Mr. P. was so sweet to strip it out for me and its oak also.  Glad this was done a long time ago,  You loose patience with age, don't know that he would do that again.

This is one of many of the old quilts all quilted by family members who have been gone for many, many years.  Look at the details in this one.  Each little section of the flower garden pattern has been quilted.  Wonder how long that took, and what the conversations were around those quilting frames?  All my quilts are priceless to me.

This old rotating piano stool might not be given a second glance by many, but I had wanted one for years.  This was also my Daddy's.  Can you tell where I got my love for all things old?  The day Daddy had to go to a hospital bed, he gave me this stool.  He knew I had wanted it and making room for the bed he told me to take it on home with me.  The last gift from my Daddy.  Holly will cherish it always.

No where near an antique, but also priceless are these old farm animals that belonged to Mr. P.  His Daddy made the old wood box they are in for him when he was a little boy.  After we were married and his parents were selling the home Mr. P grew up in, he dug these out from under the house where he had played with them the last time many years ago.  They are brittle and you have to be careful, but him and Darbee Rae have enjoyed playing with these several times.  To most, it would be junk, to me,, priceless.

So there you have a few of my priceless items.  I have dishes, dough bowls, and as most of you the list goes on and on.  Visiting some of your blog and seeing all your beautiful antiques pieces I am humbled my little collections.  But all said and done we love what we love.  Just give it a thought and make sure you have someone in your family or a friend who will take your precious treasures and love them after you are gone. 

I have so enjoyed having you over this evening.  Has helped me to think nice thoughts and ease my mind a bit.  Good frineds and good company makes me smile.  Until we talk again........Hugs!